A saintly gesture leaves us guessing
The timepieces all began to ring
Our dust called to us to reduce
The dream of the hurricane and floods washing away all our cities and ships
Later, in speedboats, we tear through the water at 2000mph
Down the last remaining strip of land, all paved over, in a pool.
At the end, in the winners circle, is the image of a frog
The mile wide methane plumes of the arctic sea
Spell a further doom

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